Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Concubines ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: ConservErie 
It continues.
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance / | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.21.2004 | Updated On: 02.21.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Work In Progress
It continues.
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance / | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.21.2004 | Updated On: 02.21.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Concubines
Author: ConservErie [katefire002@yahoo.com]
Rating: R
Yea! Go me! I actually managed to stick to a deadline! ...Granted, it IS incredibly short ^_^;; but the next chapter should more than make up for it. *insert evil laugh of choice* I've already started on it.
Um, to the four or so people who I recruited to be soundboards and editors...I'm so sorry, and incredibly embarrassed *^_^*, but I lost all your e-mail addresses when we switched servers. Consequently, I had no choice but to load this without your input, though invaluable it is. I'm sorry.
A really big thanks to all of you who patiently (or impatiently) waited for more of this story. I'm extraordinarily sorry for putting off this, and my other stories, for so long. After this is tackled and down for the count, I'll zero in on "Clique," and then the others, capisce? *sobs* Please, don't hurt me!
Well, I don't want to bore all of you too much before the chapter even starts, so the rest of the Author's Notes is at the end of the chapter.
Begin!
Disclaimer: Me don't own, you don't sue. Fair? Of course not. I could really use those lithe schoolgirls and I'm sure you could use the extra money. Get over it. I almost am. ^_^;;
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Chapter Two
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Usagi waited in the fire-reading room for Rei to arrived. The minutes were dragging on agonizingly and she was sure her face was still flushed after imagining watching her friend change repeatedly in her mind's eye. Oh well, that she could chalk up to the heat. At least she hadn't gotten a nosebleed; that would've been a little harder to explain.
Of course, now she was beginning to have doubts about whether she could go through with telling Rei about her dreams, but she had already committed herself. Besides, Rei-chan was her best friend; chances were she would give her at least a five second warning before setting her on fire. Something rustled down the hallway. The blonde quickly kneeled as though she had been the entire time. The shoji screen opened and closed behind her. Rei, clad in her red and white miko's robes, sat in front of Usagi with her back to the flames and searched her friend's face.
"What's wrong, Usagi-chan? You disappeared for a while and now you just seem out of it...more so than usual." Her attempt at a joke fell flat, so she continued, "Did something happen?"
Unable to hold her friend's compassionate and concerned gaze, Usagi looked past her at the dancing flames.
She sighed. "I don't know what's happening, Rei-chan. I thought I was happy and everything was perfect. Now I'm having these... dreams... every night... but they seem so real! I can't tell if they're just dreams or resurfacing memories or what."
"Why do they bother you, Usagi-chan? Are they frightening?"
The insecure girl shook her head and looked away. "No, that's the part I don't understand. I enjoy them! Kami-sama, I spend the entire day looking forward to them!"
"Why don't you tell me about them?"
"I--" Usagi suddenly stopped her tirade at her friend's soft-spoken request. "I--I don't know if I can," she finished lamely, losing her nerve.
The miko sighed. "Usa, I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong, what I should be looking for." Another sigh. "Do you want me to try to do a fire-reading on it?" Usagi nodded her head. "Okay, just concentrate on your problem."
As she turned around and bows to the roaring fire, Usagi grabbed her shoulder. "Wait."
An elegant eyebrow arched in her direction. "Yes, Usagi-chan?"
"Rei-chan, I need you to keep what you see a secret from the others, at least for a while. I trust all of you, but I don't want this getting blown out of proportion. Will you promise?"
"Sure, Usagi-chan."
Rei tried to turn back around but Usagi held her still.
"No, Rei, I'm serious."
The girl took a moment to digest the tone of her friend's voice before turning back around. She took Usagi's delicate hands in her left and cupped her cheek with her right, running her thumb along her jaw line.
"Usagi, on my honor as a senshi, I swear I won't reveal what happens or what I see to anyone save you, unless you tell me otherwise or it's to ensure your safety."
Before she released Usagi's face, she stole a kiss, her tongue barely caressing her leader's, yet burning with passion. Faintly blushing, Rei turned from her shocked friend to the fire and addressed the spirits, seeking help.
It was over so quickly that Usagi doubted whether it had really happened, but then she felt the energy racing along her lips.
She turned her attention back to the Shinto priestess, who continued to invoke the kami and petition them to help her in her chanted intentions. If she leaned to the side a little, she could see her friend's profile. Her usually porcelain face was flushed from her proximity to the fire and a thin sheen of sweat already covered her. Her hands moved in harmony with her lips, both following the steady beat of the chant. Raven hair whipped around her head and back, getting dangerously close to the flames.
Usagi rose to her knees and knelt behind Rei, gathering the rebellious silken locks in her hands. Her eyes landed on her friend's very exposed and very kissable throat. Already, her lips were throbbing, begging to taste the proffered flesh. She didn't realize she had leaned forward until she was a mere centimeters from her neck. Usagi shook her head, straightened, and willed her mind to wander.
...
One of her most trusted guard was seeking the solution to her problem, even though she hadn't told her what that problem was. She knew she would devote the rest of her life, if she asked, to praying to her gods for her princess. Of course, she would never ask, but...
Darnnit! Her gaze had landed on the miko's lovely throat again! Ugh, what she wouldn't give to be able to kiss...
"Rei, stop," she whispered, the statement surprising even her.
The miko complied. The room was filled with the sound of her labored breathing and the crackles of the flames. She looked over her shoulder.
"Usa?"
She shut her eyes, trying to ignore the husky quality of Rei's voice.
"It's like this," she began. She let go of the priestess's hair to allow her to turn around and took a deep breath. "The five of us are there, you, Minako, Makoto, Ami, and me. We just got back from a ball or something. We go into my room. The four of you take my dress off and lay me on the bed. All four of you... play with me... and then I wake up." She looked up at Rei, who was still breathing heavily, though she doubted it was still from her chant. In one glance, she noted the rise and fall of her chest, the flush still on her cheeks, the grip she had on the material of her robes. "And now all I want to do is--"
In barely a second, she had moved to Rei. A leg on either side of her lap, she leaned over her and captured her lips in a heated kiss. Her hands possessively grasped her waist.
Rei returned the kiss with equal gusto, but when she stiffened in Usagi's grip, the blonde took a breath and lavished her throat with attention.
Usagi didn't know that Rei was immersed in a series of memories.
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I'm sorry, for all of you who asked, but no Usagi-sex for you tonight! Maybe next chapter. ^_^;; Come on, people, she's been having those hot dreams every night! Contrary to popular belief, there IS such a thing as being oversexed!
For those of you still reading this after the chapter is CLEARLY finished for the day, I've decided to post a review I received for the original first chapter some time ago. Sadly, all my original reviews were deleted, but I had saved a copy of this one. Go figure, I guess I'm just a self-deprecating masochist.
A person whose identity will remain hidden for their protection wrote: "Ecchi. That was positively disgusting. Don't work on this story EVER again. EVER you stupid lesbionic homosexual fag! God! Don't you have any courtesy?! Naoko Takeuchi didn't create Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon for you to fuck it all up! Sickoe."
I have a few comments to make on this. Yes, it was disgusting. Actually, I would have used the term "repulsive," but I love it anyway. Second, I'm sorry to disappoint, but I will continue to work on this. Third, maybe you should check your sources before trying to insult people. I'm not stupid, I'm bisexual, and "fag" is short for "faggot" which means a bundle of sticks, which I am not. Do I have courtesy? Apparently, I have much more courtesy than this reviewer does. I didn't disclose their name, I didn't send her a spiteful e-mail in response, I didn't call her a bunch of names, and I even sent her an e-mail politely asking her to abstain from leaving such reviews to other authors. Did Naoko Takeuchi create this wonderful manga for me to fuck it up, which I'll admit I did? No, but I'm pretty darn sure she didn't make it while thinking, "Now all those kids in the U.S. can expand on the story I've slaved over for years with fanfiction! Yea!" Uh, no. And for the record, "Sickoe" is not a word.
A double thanks to those of you still reading all this rambling. Stay tuned for the next chapter! It might take a little longer, but it will come.
Author: ConservErie [katefire002@yahoo.com]
Rating: R
Yea! Go me! I actually managed to stick to a deadline! ...Granted, it IS incredibly short ^_^;; but the next chapter should more than make up for it. *insert evil laugh of choice* I've already started on it.
Um, to the four or so people who I recruited to be soundboards and editors...I'm so sorry, and incredibly embarrassed *^_^*, but I lost all your e-mail addresses when we switched servers. Consequently, I had no choice but to load this without your input, though invaluable it is. I'm sorry.
A really big thanks to all of you who patiently (or impatiently) waited for more of this story. I'm extraordinarily sorry for putting off this, and my other stories, for so long. After this is tackled and down for the count, I'll zero in on "Clique," and then the others, capisce? *sobs* Please, don't hurt me!
Well, I don't want to bore all of you too much before the chapter even starts, so the rest of the Author's Notes is at the end of the chapter.
Begin!
Disclaimer: Me don't own, you don't sue. Fair? Of course not. I could really use those lithe schoolgirls and I'm sure you could use the extra money. Get over it. I almost am. ^_^;;
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Chapter Two
~*~*~*~*~
Usagi waited in the fire-reading room for Rei to arrived. The minutes were dragging on agonizingly and she was sure her face was still flushed after imagining watching her friend change repeatedly in her mind's eye. Oh well, that she could chalk up to the heat. At least she hadn't gotten a nosebleed; that would've been a little harder to explain.
Of course, now she was beginning to have doubts about whether she could go through with telling Rei about her dreams, but she had already committed herself. Besides, Rei-chan was her best friend; chances were she would give her at least a five second warning before setting her on fire. Something rustled down the hallway. The blonde quickly kneeled as though she had been the entire time. The shoji screen opened and closed behind her. Rei, clad in her red and white miko's robes, sat in front of Usagi with her back to the flames and searched her friend's face.
"What's wrong, Usagi-chan? You disappeared for a while and now you just seem out of it...more so than usual." Her attempt at a joke fell flat, so she continued, "Did something happen?"
Unable to hold her friend's compassionate and concerned gaze, Usagi looked past her at the dancing flames.
She sighed. "I don't know what's happening, Rei-chan. I thought I was happy and everything was perfect. Now I'm having these... dreams... every night... but they seem so real! I can't tell if they're just dreams or resurfacing memories or what."
"Why do they bother you, Usagi-chan? Are they frightening?"
The insecure girl shook her head and looked away. "No, that's the part I don't understand. I enjoy them! Kami-sama, I spend the entire day looking forward to them!"
"Why don't you tell me about them?"
"I--" Usagi suddenly stopped her tirade at her friend's soft-spoken request. "I--I don't know if I can," she finished lamely, losing her nerve.
The miko sighed. "Usa, I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong, what I should be looking for." Another sigh. "Do you want me to try to do a fire-reading on it?" Usagi nodded her head. "Okay, just concentrate on your problem."
As she turned around and bows to the roaring fire, Usagi grabbed her shoulder. "Wait."
An elegant eyebrow arched in her direction. "Yes, Usagi-chan?"
"Rei-chan, I need you to keep what you see a secret from the others, at least for a while. I trust all of you, but I don't want this getting blown out of proportion. Will you promise?"
"Sure, Usagi-chan."
Rei tried to turn back around but Usagi held her still.
"No, Rei, I'm serious."
The girl took a moment to digest the tone of her friend's voice before turning back around. She took Usagi's delicate hands in her left and cupped her cheek with her right, running her thumb along her jaw line.
"Usagi, on my honor as a senshi, I swear I won't reveal what happens or what I see to anyone save you, unless you tell me otherwise or it's to ensure your safety."
Before she released Usagi's face, she stole a kiss, her tongue barely caressing her leader's, yet burning with passion. Faintly blushing, Rei turned from her shocked friend to the fire and addressed the spirits, seeking help.
It was over so quickly that Usagi doubted whether it had really happened, but then she felt the energy racing along her lips.
She turned her attention back to the Shinto priestess, who continued to invoke the kami and petition them to help her in her chanted intentions. If she leaned to the side a little, she could see her friend's profile. Her usually porcelain face was flushed from her proximity to the fire and a thin sheen of sweat already covered her. Her hands moved in harmony with her lips, both following the steady beat of the chant. Raven hair whipped around her head and back, getting dangerously close to the flames.
Usagi rose to her knees and knelt behind Rei, gathering the rebellious silken locks in her hands. Her eyes landed on her friend's very exposed and very kissable throat. Already, her lips were throbbing, begging to taste the proffered flesh. She didn't realize she had leaned forward until she was a mere centimeters from her neck. Usagi shook her head, straightened, and willed her mind to wander.
...
One of her most trusted guard was seeking the solution to her problem, even though she hadn't told her what that problem was. She knew she would devote the rest of her life, if she asked, to praying to her gods for her princess. Of course, she would never ask, but...
Darnnit! Her gaze had landed on the miko's lovely throat again! Ugh, what she wouldn't give to be able to kiss...
"Rei, stop," she whispered, the statement surprising even her.
The miko complied. The room was filled with the sound of her labored breathing and the crackles of the flames. She looked over her shoulder.
"Usa?"
She shut her eyes, trying to ignore the husky quality of Rei's voice.
"It's like this," she began. She let go of the priestess's hair to allow her to turn around and took a deep breath. "The five of us are there, you, Minako, Makoto, Ami, and me. We just got back from a ball or something. We go into my room. The four of you take my dress off and lay me on the bed. All four of you... play with me... and then I wake up." She looked up at Rei, who was still breathing heavily, though she doubted it was still from her chant. In one glance, she noted the rise and fall of her chest, the flush still on her cheeks, the grip she had on the material of her robes. "And now all I want to do is--"
In barely a second, she had moved to Rei. A leg on either side of her lap, she leaned over her and captured her lips in a heated kiss. Her hands possessively grasped her waist.
Rei returned the kiss with equal gusto, but when she stiffened in Usagi's grip, the blonde took a breath and lavished her throat with attention.
Usagi didn't know that Rei was immersed in a series of memories.
~*~*~*~*~
I'm sorry, for all of you who asked, but no Usagi-sex for you tonight! Maybe next chapter. ^_^;; Come on, people, she's been having those hot dreams every night! Contrary to popular belief, there IS such a thing as being oversexed!
For those of you still reading this after the chapter is CLEARLY finished for the day, I've decided to post a review I received for the original first chapter some time ago. Sadly, all my original reviews were deleted, but I had saved a copy of this one. Go figure, I guess I'm just a self-deprecating masochist.
A person whose identity will remain hidden for their protection wrote: "Ecchi. That was positively disgusting. Don't work on this story EVER again. EVER you stupid lesbionic homosexual fag! God! Don't you have any courtesy?! Naoko Takeuchi didn't create Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon for you to fuck it all up! Sickoe."
I have a few comments to make on this. Yes, it was disgusting. Actually, I would have used the term "repulsive," but I love it anyway. Second, I'm sorry to disappoint, but I will continue to work on this. Third, maybe you should check your sources before trying to insult people. I'm not stupid, I'm bisexual, and "fag" is short for "faggot" which means a bundle of sticks, which I am not. Do I have courtesy? Apparently, I have much more courtesy than this reviewer does. I didn't disclose their name, I didn't send her a spiteful e-mail in response, I didn't call her a bunch of names, and I even sent her an e-mail politely asking her to abstain from leaving such reviews to other authors. Did Naoko Takeuchi create this wonderful manga for me to fuck it up, which I'll admit I did? No, but I'm pretty darn sure she didn't make it while thinking, "Now all those kids in the U.S. can expand on the story I've slaved over for years with fanfiction! Yea!" Uh, no. And for the record, "Sickoe" is not a word.
A double thanks to those of you still reading all this rambling. Stay tuned for the next chapter! It might take a little longer, but it will come.